i’ve wanted to write this for a while, but i just didn’t know how to.
i’m angry. i am so angry. i hate what you did to me. i hate that you used me. i hate that you abused me. and before you even deny it, yes you fucking did. you took my emotions and you trampled on them. you took my heart and you shattered it. you took my love and you left me with nothing. you ruined me. i hate you. i really fucking hate you. i don’t normally curse this much, but you deserve all of the worst words with the deepest sincerity. go rot in hell. i hope you burn. if i were trying to be a grownup about it, i’d say something like, this experience has made me stronger, or that this pain has shown me what real life is about. but i can’t say that now because nothing about what you inflicted on me was deserved. i didn’t deserve it. i was good to you. i was so good to you. and you wrecked me.
so i hope you die. and i hope you get what’s coming to you. you and that stupid bitchass of a wife too. both of you were meant for one another. one evil person SHOULD be with another. you two are the worst human beings.
p.s. go suck a dick and choke on it, you hypocritical asshole
I’m sick of chasing after people. Why can’t people chase me back?
It hurts to feel like I’m just not worth it.
To let go isn’t to forget, not to think about, or ignore. It doesn’t leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret. Letting go isn’t about winning or losing. It’s not about pride and it’s not about how you appear, and it’s not obsessing or dwelling on the past. Letting go isn’t blocking memories…